In the Officials’ Room, they discuss tender forms for new stadium lights, while my old desk fan, repaired with a *rif-fār* and a rubber band from my *jēvu*’s slipper, hums of more practical truths. The clerk asked for "processing fees" in an envelope so thin, I could see the Ashoka pillar through it—a transparency the government itself does not provide. This is the real match fee, *bhai*, played on a pitch where no one keeps score.
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